and your laugh
tied up in
your pretty dress
the past
and her hair
a string between worlds
and the tight rope walk of death and life I am that too.
change is my tide I breath waves
heaving
wet
and tired
you ask me where I have been
I honestly have no Idea
ask the wind why it blows
and it will respond by kissing your ear
ask me
and chances are
I'll do the same.